I can say many things,
Be them false or true,
But I… would never lie,
When it is all about you.
I can say that you are beautiful,
And it would be true,
If you do not believe me…
Look into a mirror,
Its reflection is always true.
You have the sweetest brown eyes…
This you had been told,
Your parents had been so right…
When they described the windows to your soul.
I can say that you are so kind,
And this many will confess,
You love to help those who you see,
Are equal to all the rest.
You have by far the sweetest smile,
That I had ever seen,
Just you go ahead and smile in the mirror,
And you will surely know what I mean.
But out of all your beauty,
What I loved most… from the start,
Had been your souls pure image,
Found hidden within your heart.
And this may sound quirky,
Yet Libby… it is so true,
I fell in love with that image,
The image of that beautiful you.
And I will tell the world,
Many times over too,
That I had found perfection,
For I had found it hidden in you.
And if some say to me… dear Joey,
No one ls perfect… can’t you see?
I shall say they never met you my dear…
My dear Liberata Maria Marinilli.
Oh, I know there is another,
With greater beauty than thee,
But I refer to only those created,
And you’re the most beautiful… Liberata Marinilli.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
I can say many things,
Be them false or true,
But I… would never lie,
When it is all about you.
I can say that you are beautiful,
And it would be true,
If you do not believe me…
Look into a mirror,
Its reflection is always true.
You have the sweetest brown eyes…
This you had been told,
Your parents had been so right…
When they described the windows to your soul.
I can say that you are so kind,
And this many will confess,
You love to help those who you see,
Are equal to all the rest.
You have by far the sweetest smile,
That I had ever seen,
Just you go ahead and smile in the mirror,
And you will surely know what I mean.
But out of all your beauty,
What I loved most… from the start,
Had been your souls pure image,
Found hidden within your heart.
And this may sound quirky,
Yet Libby… it is so true,
I fell in love with that image,
The image of that beautiful you.
And I will tell the world,
Many times over too,
That I had found perfection,
For I had found it hidden in you.
And if some say to me… dear Joey,
No one ls perfect… can’t you see?
I shall say they never met you my dear…
My dear Liberata Maria Marinilli.
Oh, I know there is another,
With greater beauty than thee,
But I refer to only those created,
And you’re the most beautiful… Liberata Marinilli.
Showing someone you care about them and really meaning it... Gives you the most amazing feeling. Caring about others, loving others... helps you know what it feels like to be loved.